Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.